[ Jaime scowls at the screen. ] Stop being rude, you brat.
[ The screen flickers and the TV returns to its previous programming, though it skips back and forth in order to make one of the judges clip through the words: ] No. Make me.
[ Jaime waves his hand irritably at the screen and it returns to right where they had left off, paused for the moment. ]
[ Yusuke really wants no part in this internal bickering, thanks! Futaba would probably find this charming, he thinks, but all he can do is watch in mild befuddlement. ]
Alright, then.
[ He trusts Jaime. He's been a good friend since Yusuke's very first day here, the artist is confident that he's not about to let him down now. ]
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[ The judges are about to eat, Khaji, please!! ]
If you say that the two of you can do it, I trust you.
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I don't care.
[ Jaime scowls at the screen. ] Stop being rude, you brat.
[ The screen flickers and the TV returns to its previous programming, though it skips back and forth in order to make one of the judges clip through the words: ] No. Make me.
[ Jaime waves his hand irritably at the screen and it returns to right where they had left off, paused for the moment. ]
What I was saying is we can do it.
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Alright, then.
[ He trusts Jaime. He's been a good friend since Yusuke's very first day here, the artist is confident that he's not about to let him down now. ]